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her.
    This was the kiss she’d always imagined they could share. It had a sizzle, a wildness that swept through both of them, making time and location irrelevant. All that mattered was his mouth, his touch, this fire.
    His hands moved down over her, molding her to him with a roughness that only heightened the heat between them. She arched herself against him and felt his erection pulsing against her stomach. His lips left hers and claimed her neck, one hot kiss after another, until all Rena could hear was her own heavy breathing.
    And she panicked.
    She shoved him back from her and said, “What the hell are you doing, Nick?”
    His expression was dark and angry even though his eyes raged with need. He glanced over her shoulder and Rena’s confusion grew. She demanded, “Is he there? Don’t use me to get back at Gio. I deserve better than that.”
    He frowned at her accusation but didn’t deny it. Without saying a word, he turned and walked away.
    One of the secretaries from marketing paused when she saw Rena standing in the hallway and asked, “Rena? Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine.”
    “What are you doing?”
    “What?”
    “You look like you’re waiting for someone.”
    “No,” Rena said with a shake of her head. “Just thinking.”
    Holy shit, what was that?
     

Chapter Three
     
    “And that’s when the alien abduction turned ugly and they brought out the probes.”
    Nick put down his seltzer and pulled his attention away from the crowd below to frown at the red-haired woman next to him in the club’s VIP balcony. He’d come there to forget—forget the argument with his brother, and the kiss he’d planted on Rena.
    It didn’t matter that his brother had deserved everything he’d said to him.
    He wasn’t proud of how he’d handled the situation.
    And Rena.
    Fuck, what was I thinking?
    He could blame it on the heat of the moment, or on her for cornering him, but he knew the truth: He’d done what he’d wanted to do for a long time and, damn, it had been good. So good he was having a hard time convincing himself repeating it was still a bad idea.
    She wanted him as much as he wanted her—that much was obvious from the kiss. So, what was stopping them? Gio? Kane?
    Fuck them.
    “What did you say?” he asked the irritated beauty, who was waiting for him to answer her.
    She flipped her hair over one shoulder and huffed. The action revealed a long bare expanse of neck that yesterday would have been a temptation. She was dressed in a pricier version of the skintight, attention-getting bits of material worn by the masses below. If he cared enough to ask her, he’d bet she could tell him who made it. But he didn’t—care, that is. He couldn’t remember how he’d met her, but they’d hung out in the past. Even fucked a few times. But she meant nothing to him. He hadn’t asked her to join him that night. She’d followed him when she saw him walking up the stairs. How much she was or wasn’t entertained wasn’t of much importance to him.
    And she knew it. “Have you been listening to me at all?”
    Nick had done many things in his life he wasn’t proud of, but he wasn’t a liar, and he had no patience for those who were. “No.”
    “What’s your problem tonight?”
    Nick shrugged and turned to look down at the crowd below. He had a growing list of issues but none he wanted to discuss with her. He wasn’t about to tell her anything personal, so any reference to his brother or mother was not possible. He doubted she wanted to hear about Rena.
    I wanted to be alone tonight. To some, finding solace at Club Skal might have sounded like a contradiction, but he was more comfortable there than anywhere else. Serge Boyd, the club’s owner, had even given him his own VIP section for his twenty-first birthday.
    Not long ago Nick would have turned the balcony into a party that would have gone on until dawn. None of his friends wanted to grow up to be king or CEO. They were famous for being young, rich,